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Wendy almost dropped her phone off the desk when it rang, and she was on her conscious limit and she wasn't. He did not waste time to check the name of the caller—if later the voice across there is not known, then he just immediately disconnect it.
However, the voice turned out to be a hoarse voice that he was very familiar with, even more hoarse in the early hours of today.
“Seungwan-ah?”
“Nnnn?” Wendy turned around, turned her back to the table where the lights were sleeping. “Is there anything I can help you, Sir?”
“Seungwan-ah, it's me.”
Wendy blinked a few times, finally returning to her consciousness completely. “Oh, sorry. A chanyeol-oppa? Sorry, sorry, I was half dreaming. I thought I was in Toronto, helping a bartender.” Wendy thought Chanyeol would laugh because of her strange dream story just now, which still felt real behind her eyelids. However, the call was silent for a moment. “Chanyeol-oppa?”
“You're fine, ‘kan?”
Wendy inched to sit leaning against the bed, her forehead frowning deeply. “I think it should be my question.”
“Yeah, I'm fine,” Chanyeol's voice is getting hoarse, “you're doing fine, ‘right? No pain, no hurt?”
“No problem at all.” Wendy then lets Chanyeol dig into the reason. He finally understood. “You had a bad dream?”
“More than that.”
Wendy played the end of the blanket. “Hmm. I-i understand. You don't have to tell me you're still scared.”
“Taste so.” Silence again. “Sorry to disturb your sleep, I just need to know you are indeed fine.”
“If it makes your sleep calmer after this, I don't mind,” said Wendy, ignoring her own drowsiness that prompted her to immediately end this talk. “It's fine, ‘right? I'm still here. Be calm. Take a deep breath, okay? Think positively. We'll meet tomorrow. We can talk when you're calmer, oppa.”
“Ya ..” Long Chanyeol hung it. I heard regular breathing. “Good. Good night, Seungwan-ah. Hope you didn't experience it.”
Wendy let Chanyeol disconnect the call, long enough after their talks ended.
Seulgi saw another plane departing, from the glass wall on his left side. Her neck hurt from looking too much at the side, but it was still more fun than looking at her phone. It's been too long. Their flight is still delayed with no certainty when to leave, as the plane itself has not come from a previous destination, the weather is still bad in the state there.
Then, Jongin advanced. Standing in front of the wall, looking at the same thing as Seulgi.
“Hei.”
Jongin didn't hear the first call. Seulgi. He then left his handbag on the chair, walking closer to Jongin. Jongin only realized it after Seulgi deliberately banged their arms.
“Hei.”
Seulgi smiled slightly. “You're blocking my view.”
“Oh, sori—”
Seulgi. “Forget it.” Then he tilted his head, staring at one red dot of the newly departing plane, slowly drifting away and dimming. “After this, you have a recording, yes?”
“Hmmm.” Jongin glared for a moment, Seulgi did not turn his head. “And other exercises. I will miss this city.”
“City that is so far away will always make us think about it,” said Seulgi. “New York's. We'll be back again.”
“When?” Jongin idly asked, his voice sounded like a whisper, as if afraid to be heard by his other friends. “I like nights here. The city is beautiful from the window of my hotel room. I never get tired of seeing it.”
“Work first, collect money to come here,” added Seulgi with laughter, “because that's how the world of adults works.”
Jongin held back his smile. “Good. I understand.”
Silent moment. There were the voices of their friends who spoke in the back, sounding far away to Seulgi.
“Later we'll be here again. With you, yes.”
Seulgi turned his head, Jongin did not look at him. The young man's eyes threw a distant view at a plane that was taxiing.